Before I formulate whether I should thank her or punish her, she darted down the alley and out of view. Her glow faded and winked out with the sound of clattering manhole cover.
Do not envy the time traveler, Dear Reader. It is a terrible burden with moral dilemmas behind every turn.
Do not ask me of the details of that newspaper. I scanned it completely, then set it aflame with my furnace. As the ashes floated into the wind, I systematically erased the details from my memory.
Except the data of immediate importance upon my return, of course.
...the weakened hive was finally repelled by the combined efforts of...
...the hydrogen-powered airships were especially vulnerable to...
I be ethical, but I'm not stupid.